In 17 Syllables…
We inch closer with Each step. The pass looming inThe distance. Press on.
Craggy peaks above.Crystal alpine lakes below.Lost in the beauty.
For years it beckoned.Calling from the depths. Here now,In Desolation.
They gather. Darken.We plead with the clouds. Please don’t Rain on our parade.
In amongst the trees, Immersed in nature’s playground.Just the here and now.
In 17 Syllables... 